She sits among her colleagues,
or friends - as they would say.
Her head is bowed low
as she gazes at the floor.
It is now time for
discussions and debates
of vital importance.
A thirst for leadership,
the parched take control.
Words are twisted to their
advantage, but the girl listens
through honest ears.
Foolish laws are made,
yet the people nod
in total agreement.
Opinions are welcome,
but there is no point
when the decisions
are already made.
Voting takes place;
hands are raised,
and the girl hesitates.
Expectant eyes turn to her,
her vote is needed.
A cold glare is followed by
a lifted and trembling hand.
She wonders why they can't see
that her eyes are shouting-
'No! I object!'
But her lips will not move,
as the process repeats.
Time soon proves them wrong.
Their judgment was blind,
and their rules backfired.
But it is too late,
chaos engulfs them like flames.
The girl watches from a distance,
her face covered by despair,
and her lips finally part,
only to whisper...
"If only I had spoken...
But no, I never could stand up
for what I believed in."